When everyone, each harboring their own thoughts, finished dealing with this wave of Bone Demons, people began arriving in the city. Not only a large group of cultivators, but also a Red Robed Confucian Monk floated above. He raised his hand, his sleeve wide open, and a delicate bronze bell flew out, swinging once in his hand.
The sound of the bell spread, calming everyone within a hundred-mile radius.
In an instant, peace prevailed; the Bone Demons, terrified, turned and ran, abandoning their helmets and armors, completely routed.
What kind of figure was this Confucian cultivator?
Qin Yu cast a secretive glance.
"A cultivator at the Tribulation Stage in the Tianzang realm, quite formidable."
Though she had dealt with beings with Mahayana combat power before, Qin Yu knew that was under special circumstances, and she dared not overestimate her own strength.
The Tianzang realm was no ordinary place, and its people, naturally, Qin Yu wouldn't underestimate either.
